Page 7 of Running with Direwolves
“Sure does.” He nodded.
“Want a drink?”
“Just water, please.”
She filled two glasses.
He took several gulps then a photograph she’d taken of the pack of gray wolves in her care caught his attention. “That’s good.”
“Thanks.”
“You take it?”
“Yes. They’re beautiful, don’t you think?”
“No, snappy, bad tempered, not the brightest of sparks.”
“What?” She gave a shocked laugh. Everyone loved wolves, well, everyone she knew anyway. “Why would you say that?”
He shrugged. “I try and avoid them.”
“And do you have to avoid them often?”
“When I’m home, yeah.”
“And home is? You didn’t say.”
“No, I didn’t.” His attention moved to a picture of Samba, the poodle she’d owned growing up. “I’ve been in Montana lately.”
“Nice. Wild.”
“Yep, and big. Suits us … usually.”
“Us?”
“Yeah, my family, you know.”
She frowned at him. “What do you mean, usually?”
He used the towel to scrub his hair then tossed it onto theback of a chair. “Usually, we are left alone. But lately … let’s just say we’ve had some unwanted visitors.”
“And that’s why you’ve come to New York? Because of the visitors?”
He walked up to her, utterly naked and still deliciously aroused. “I don’t want to talk about them. I want to continue exploring your sexy little body.”
“You do?” She licked her lips and stared into his blue eyes. “Right now?”
“Yeah, right now.” He gathered her close, the towel fell away, and he kissed her.
As his tongue stroked hers, he moved her to the bed and flicked back the curtain. The next thing Sienna knew she was flat on her back with a big, hot guy kissing her, and his cock nudging up against her.
She’d just had one orgasm but her greedy body craved more and she arched her back offering herself up to him. Thoughts of Montana and unwanted visitors fled her mind. All she could think of was Tarl and how his body felt over hers.
“So sweet,” he murmured, kissing down her neck then taking her right nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, yes…” She stroked his hair as her nipple tightened and her breast ached with longing.
He cupped her left breast, tweaking that nipple as he worked the other. The heat coming off him was intense, and his desire was palpable.
